Lane comes home, drunk and disheveled, only to find Rebecca dressed and eager to take him out to dinner to celebrate the 4A's news, which now must feel like a billion years ago to Lane. Honestly, people thinking you're ecstatic when you're positively miserable has to be one of the hardest things to deal with even sober and Lane is looking like Season 4 Don's British cousin at this point. He confesses that he's had a dreadful day, but she points out it wasn't all bad and adds that she's tired of him "refusing to recognize the successes when they come." She prevails upon him to go out...

...and then in the parking garage, he wonders why they can't just take a cab, but the reason is right in front of them -- she bought him a racing green Jaguar. Lane, stunned, asks how she got it and when she obliviously tells him she wrote a check, he hardly hears her go on that he never spends on himself and she got a very good price by dropping the information about his partnership at SCDP. Lane -- his eyes misting over, probably at the sweet gesture as much as the horror it means for him -- admits that it's lovely and then his stomach can take no more as he runs around a support pole to yak. Lane, if you want to emulate Season 4 Don accurately, I hope you got it all over your shirt. Considering how to town the sound designers went, it seems like a safe bet.

From Sally's comment that Don has a big meeting "tomorrow" it's now Sunday and Megan and Sally are dressed to go out, while Don is spread out on the couch with Dow Chemical materials. A quick check assures her that he does not, in fact, want to come and although she recognizes it's not the time to get into it, a look that's rather Betty-like in its balefulness suggests that all is not great. And Don, when she does take out her frustrations it'd be just as well not to have any food within reach.